A really short story i wrote for 100WordsAfrica.com that won me 100 USD. I would appreciate your comments and thoughts.

Baba’s been bedridden for months.  I never knew that a human could
produce such foul smell. The farming season is here, and mama is weary.
Alhaji Gambo already has twelve wives, but he is the richest suitor so
far, and he has always had eyes for me.

Three weeks after the bride price has been paid, after I felt the shriveled slimy thing go inside me, I became another trophy. One cold night, I felt warm hands fondle my breast skillfully, arousing my deepest need. “Let’s help ourselves tonight, our turn is still far” it was Khadijat the fifth wife.

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